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TRANSFUSION FOR A LUNAR LADY
Please bleed I tell the iron womb that creaks open for you The flood of poppies of leaf-veins I will unfold it for you Together we will observe the night's effluence the red garden writing rose twigs We will weave the scarlet mould into a scar The sun scratches The child is blue in a private wish Graduates in a rose garden the mating of mists Wanting the dawn to hum a small white place waiting to be grown I feel the fingers writing a new geometry a construction of stars a blood-red book flooding
NICKI JACKOWSKA

TRANSFUSION FOR A LUNAR LADY

Please bleed I tell the iron womb
that creaks open for you
The flood of poppies of leaf-veins
I will unfold it for you

Together we will observe
the night's effluence
the red garden writing rose twigs
We will weave the scarlet mould
into a scar

The sun scratches
The child is blue in a private wish
Graduates in a rose garden
the mating of mists

Wanting the dawn to hum
a small white place waiting
to be grown
I feel the fingers writing
a new geometry
a construction of stars
a blood-red book flooding

NICKI JACKOWSKA

from
Promontory #3

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